Mom’s lessons lost in move
I’ve lost my game.The question is, did I ever have it to lose in the first place?I’m pretty sure that at one time, I had what it takes to maintain a steady relationship. Or at least date with some level of common sense.Lately, it’s as if I’ve forgotten everything my mother taught me. My parents have been married for more than three decades.You’d think their ever-lasting love would’ve rubbed off on me by now. Or at least left an impression.Somewhere between my mildly entertaining life in Indianapolis and moving across the country to Colorado, there was a snafu that caused this loss of game. It’s quite possibly at a barbecue joint in Kansas City.I wish I could just call it like a misplaced cell phone. It would light up, play the chorus of a Ludacris song, I’d find it under my driver’s seat, and we’d be on our way.Me and my game.Back together like Jake and Elwood in “The Blues Brothers.”Matching sunglasses, black suits, and all.
It’s happening in Glenwood Springs to boot: Aspen Dance Connection’s Caribbean dance and drumming workshop, 6-9 p.m. Drumming from 6-7:30 p.m., dance from 7:30-9 p.m., Masonic Temple, corner of Colorado Avenue and Ninth Street. Cost: $15/class. Information: 927-0641, firstname.lastname@example.org (e-mail), or http://www.aspendanceconnection.org.This is why I’d kick it up here: In Jimmy Buffet’s song “Migration,” he sings, “I got a Caribbean Soul I can barely control.” I feel ya, brother. Unfortunately, it’s a little short notice to jet off to the Caribbean today. Unless anyone has a personal plane they’d like to lend me. With my luck lately, that’s highly unlikely. Looks like Friday night at the Masonic Temple will do just fine by me. Like Jimmy says, “I’m just livin’ in the sunshine. Stay contented most of the time.”
It’s happening on Interstate 70 to boot: Road trip to Missouri! C’mon (Susan), everybody’s doing it.This is why I’d kick it up here: “I’m going to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come.” This trip is bittersweet for me I’ll tell you later but at least I’ll get to see my parents. And eat Kansas City barbecue, some of the best in the world. I’ll need lots of hot sauce to numb my pain on this trip. Maybe by hanging around my parents enough, my game will come back to me.
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